The Undying Death Knight failed to achieve the ending of the Heroic Spirit

Menechelle almost lost the ability to think due to the violent emotions she had nowhere to vent.

The desire to kill and the desire on an empty stomach made him thirst for blood.

But from the depths of the spiritual base, the command originating from the suppression force almost drove him into madness, and forcibly awakened him.

The corridor ahead was twisting and turning, and I don't know when it ended.

Under the dim blue light, the open door did not reveal any light, making it look particularly dark.

There were noisy footsteps in the distance. Was it the Queen's army in the castle? Or those two overly strong goblins?

He regretted why he didn't immediately and decisively slash out the third sword just now. Instead of replacing it with the soldiers, he might as well have killed Woodworth just now.

He entered the deep room, and his vision first entered darkness. The lack of perception made him feel insecure. He held the red sword in the palm of his hand with one hand. He climbed step by step with the sword.

The brain has stopped thinking, or has entered into rigid mechanical thinking. The surrounding environment was very dark, and there was no sound. Menechelle could only hear her own heavy breathing.

I don't know how long it took, about thirty seconds, maybe thirty minutes, before a flash of light appeared at the end of his field of vision.

His intact eye turned, and his sight focused forward with difficulty. Under the dim blue light, he saw a lonely figure sitting on a white jade throne. She was holding a dark staff of royal power, wearing a veil on her face, and looking at Menechelle with a pair of cold eyes. , she didn’t seem to be surprised at all by Menechelle’s arrival.

But that figure was very familiar to Menechelle.

-That's Morgan.

"You came."

Menechiel said nothing, or rather he had no strength to speak. But his eyes burst out with a dazzling light.

The roar of thunder replaced his words.

The last string supporting his sanity was completely shattered with the appearance of this face.

The command stemming from inhibition and the desire to kill stemming from violent emotions reached a high degree of unity at this time.

His pupils had completely turned into snake-like vertical pupils, and his breathing became rapid.

Yimi Neshel clearly felt an inexplicable sense of fragmentation. He was like a spectator, clearly watching his body in action.

But, it doesn't matter anymore. Bloody steam enveloped his body, and his soul seemed to be floating in this intoxicating bloody atmosphere.

The corners of his mouth curled up instinctively.

Every time he vomits, he will inhale or spit out blood-colored mist, which blends with the layer of red steaming magic power on the body surface.

Why did Morgan suddenly appear in front of him, why did Lancelot, the fast and powerful fairy, fail to catch up, and why did Morgan dare to show such a proud attitude? These questions that can usually be seen at a glance have now become Completely unnecessary.

The desire to kill encompasses everything. The voice in his head that always reminded him to stay rational had now turned into the culprit urging him to take action.

——Draw your sword and point it at her! Then kill her! It's all over!

——Draw your sword and point it at her! Then kill her! It's all over!

Following the voice deep in the spiritual base, Menechel raised his sword.

Just at this moment, Menechel and Morgan, who was sitting in front of him, had an inscrutable connection.

Morgan was silent. She just sat and did not see her reciting the incantation, but countless magic barriers were already set up in front of her.

"It looks like we have nothing to talk about."

Morgan's voice remained cold.

Menechelle had no intention of listening to Morgan's words. He slowly but firmly raised the sword with his palm.

Different from the previous two large-scale damage that destroyed the world, this sword was silent and gentle. It is no longer aimed at the destruction of groups, this sword is meant to sharpen the individual.

Magic, sound, light. The afterglow of pure white swallowed up everything around him, and everything turned into blank at this moment.

Defense, attack, dodge, immortality, distance, and even time were all erased at this moment.

Click.

There was a tiny crisp sound from the sword.

Then, the cracks that were already covered in the sword body further expanded. As the blade fell, the sword fell into pieces and scattered into pieces. Almost at the same time, Morgan's body in the distance first appeared. A thin line was drawn, and then, the thin line quickly expanded and spread to Morgan's whole body. He didn't even have time to react. Morgan's body was like a porcelain doll hit on the ground, with cracks all over his body.

From the crack, dazzling white light spread to the surroundings with the statue as the boundary. At this time, time seemed to suddenly resume its flow. The atmosphere screamed, the space was constantly vibrating, and deafening explosions hurriedly sounded. The overwhelming magic power that almost caused vomiting shattered Morgan's body, and the man sitting on the throne silently turned into powder.

And this is his overloaded third sword. Even though he is a Saber and knows nothing about infiltration, he is often sent as the key to assassinating Assassin. Ignoring dodge, distance, defense and even immortality, one hit will kill him. There is no other way but to use one's own patience to resist the slashing attack.

Obviously, Morgan didn't know this information and appeared in front of him...

The hilt of the sword turned into powder in his hand, and his body shook, feeling a little unreal.

Just ten seconds ago, he had almost given up on the mission and decided to do the next best thing to kill Woodworth.

However, his pupils shrank suddenly at the next moment, because behind the Amyrlin Seat, a figure slowly walked out.

She had beautiful long silver-white hair, a black veil covering her face, and she walked out slowly holding the staff of royal power in her hand. She looked down at the defenseless Menechiel below, and commented: "How arrogant."

She raised the staff of royal power, and the blue magic power gathered in the staff, pointing at Menechelle.

And Menechelle no longer had the strength to resist.

"There is no need to be confused. I already know everything about you, and even everything about the entire history of pan-humanity."

As her sworn enemy in another world, when he accepted her knowledge of pan-human history, Morgan already knew everything about the opponent, including Menechel's character, including his strengths, weaknesses and even abilities.

It was her understanding of the nature of Menechelle's Noble Phantasm that made the fairies Lancelot and Woodworth give up the pursuit, lest they be cornered and the fish would die.

It was for the same reason that she guided Menechiel to the Amyrlin, and she did not hesitate to spend the magic power she collected to charge Menechiel's third sword.

"Just like you who failed to defeat me in that world, your arrogance is the reason for your failure."

Because of the arrogance born of contempt for the enemy, he ignored the possibility of falling into a bitter battle.

Because of the arrogance of his own judgment, he ignored the possibility of intelligence errors.

Because of the arrogance of one's own strength, one ignores one's own shortcomings.

He chose to act alone because of his arrogance about the strength of others.

"As a magician, during these long years, I have already copied the exact same clone as myself."

All kinds of arrogance constitute factors that lead to defeat. If Morgan hadn't been worried about pushing the opponent too hard, and the other party would resort to using the third sword on Woodworth or Lancelot when the situation was over, Menechelle wouldn't even be able to see Morgan's face.

"And the one you just killed was one of my many clones."

The magical energy beam shot out, landed on Menechel's right chest, and instantly penetrated his body. She watched Menechelle take a few shaky steps back, covering the hole in her chest, but finally fell forward, soaking the ground with blood. His consciousness began to blur, and before falling into darkness, he heard Morgan's words:

"Take him down, he will be good food."

……

Morgan sat back on the throne and stared blankly at the hole directly in front of him.

Suddenly she spoke:

"Lancelot."

From the bottom of the steps, the elf Lancelot walked out. She had put on her armor again, but her hand was still lowered.

"How's Woodworth doing?"

"Still alive." The elf Lancelot told the truth: "But he will probably be absent from the clan leaders' meeting."

Morgan was noncommittal. She just asked this symbolically as if she didn't care about Woodworth at all. She stopped paying attention and asked about another thing: "He has been brought to Camelot... I Need to be used in advance.”

The elf Lancelot lowered his head. This was the reason why she hid just now and did not go forward to see Morgan immediately.

"There is another intruder in the warehouse area. Although we will deal with it as soon as possible, some of the humans transported to Camelot still escaped."

Both Menechel and Thousand Sons Muramasa killed at least two small groups of guards before being dealt with. For a while, they were unable to organize the manpower to capture the fleeing humans.

"How many people are left?"

"Twelve people, but the human being in Car No. 7 that you specifically told me about has escaped."

"..."

This time, Morgan fell into a longer silence.

After a long time, her voice without joy or sadness spread: "It's enough to serve as nourishment."

Coupled with the newly replenished servants, the magic power provided is indeed enough to activate [that guy].

The goblin Lancelot breathed a sigh of relief. The fatigue left by the battle just disappeared at the thought of being able to leave the palace and move freely.

Fairy Lancelot: ~(≧▽≦)/~

——It’s time for a holiday, okay!

"Go and inform the surrounding cities and pastures to pay attention to the wandering humans. If you let eight unorganized humans roam freely, you don't know what stupid things those putrid goblins will do."

Fairy Lancelot: (一︿一+)

Forced to work overtime again, bad.

In Britain, get the local bonus

The method to counter the third sword is very simple. Kill Jianmi before releasing this sword. The first is the magic power reserve, which the masters of the Holy Grail War generally cannot provide, and then the transformation of magic power. Here, Morgan gives Jianmi Charging allows him to perform instant attacks without a front waist. Under normal circumstances, even if he charges himself in advance, it will take ten seconds. In these ten seconds, you are facing a weapon whose durability is almost zero and whose own durability is almost zero. Only D's crispy Minai can easily break through the defense and kill him, so this move is basically only used when fighting with Noble Phantasms.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 426: Wild Boar Princess, take action!

The will seems to merge into a rushing river.

All the experiences he had experienced in the Fairy Kingdom were flashing through his mind like a revolving lantern at this moment.

——"There is no need to be confused. I already know everything about you, and even everything about the entire history of pan-humanity."

She knew her intelligence, but he knew nothing about Morgan, and he didn't even know that the other party was Intelligence Morgan.

Not only failed to kill Morgan, but he was plotted from start to finish.

However, he remembered that Artoria said that Morgan was the great goblin who had conquered the goblin country more than two thousand years ago - where did she get his information?

He couldn't think clearly, his consciousness was rising and falling with the violent shaking of the waves, and his thoughts gradually became chaotic.

The waves guided his direction, and in a daze, there seemed to be something more in his mind. But before he could figure out what was suddenly there, the shaking feeling became more rapid, as if there was a voice calling over and over again in his ears.

"Mi... Er..."

The sound seemed to come from far, far away.

"…Menethil!"

This time he heard clearly that his name was being called. The voice was very familiar, and finally there was the first light in the dark field of vision. Menechelle forced herself to open her eyes.

Dimly, he saw a vague blue figure with long golden hair hanging down and blue eyes staring at him. There is still a certain nostalgic smell left in the nasal cavity.

Menechelle's eyes widened a little. The fuzzy feeling subsided a little, and the blue figure became clear. Arturia was looking at Menechelle with concern with her holy green eyes. Arturia placed the Staff of Choice on his back, and the healing blue light soothed the wounds on his body.

These minor injuries that he usually didn't care about at all have not recovered after an unknown amount of time. Even if his body moved more, he would feel excruciating pain, but fortunately, Menechelle was used to it. He wanted to stand up, but a tight feeling grabbed his arm, and a heavy chain was cuffed on his hand. , the complex lines on it reveal an inscrutable purple light, and are absorbing Menechel's magic power. Not only his hands, but also his feet are shackled.

——If he dares to transform into a spiritual body, then he will wait for the magic power of the spiritual body to be completely absorbed.

This is Morgan's warning.

"Artoria." He asked the girl in front of him with confirmation. He remembered that he clearly left Artoria in Norwich.

"I'm here." Arturia looked at Menechelle distressedly, and stroked his head mixed with white hair, and stroked his closed eye.

"Gareth dreamed that something happened to you, so he brought me here. Thanks to Merlin's guidance, I was able to find you in such a prison."

——Merlin, is there Merlin here too?

——Yes, that old man should be able to live well no matter where he is.

When Menechelle heard about Merlin, she had to admit that she felt an inexplicable sense of peace of mind. He did not ask how Arturia came in.

"It's dangerous here"

But before Menechelle could finish speaking, Arturia interrupted with a calm voice: "I know, but I am the child of prophecy."

"Look, am I here? Don't speak, don't resist, just watch, just like you brought me out of the Nameless Forest."

Artoria's words seemed to be an extremely understatement, but Menechelle knew that he would never be as light as what she said. Even if he casually killed a few waves of guards during the invasion, this was Camelot, and it belonged to Morgan. feet.

Presumably, Artoria must have expended countless energy to rush over.

With the nourishment of magical power, Menechiel regained some of her energy.

"Gareth is here too, and she is helping to watch outside the door." Arturia went to pull the chain and said soothingly: "You know, Gareth said you could predict, and I said You can read minds, and she will predict that I have the ability to see into other people's hearts."